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I originally wrote and posted this story to the forum stories section; at the time there was something wrong with the login system here. I thought it might get more views here, so here it is. This is the first story like this I've ever written, so feedback and criticism in any form is appreciated. If it's well received, I may write more.

My name is Jack, and I'm 39. I've been married to my wife, Susan, for 16 years. Our daughter, Sarah, is 14 and our son Matt is 11. We've lived a basically normal suburban life, but have always been a moderately progressive family. We knew long ago that we were going to teach our children the ways of the world in a much different manner than the ultra-conservative, negatively biased "talks" and "lectures" we both received. We weren't naturists (what some call nudists), but we saw no reason to react to household nudity in a way that would suggest that there is something wrong with being naked and feeling comfortable with yourself. Our bathroom door was rarely closed, and neither my wife nor I would get dressed immediatly after taking a shower or waking up in the morning. When the kids were younger and we noticed that one or the other would have a hand down the pants, we would simply tell them that if they wanted to do that, it was OK, but that they should do it in their room. Nudity was never forced on the children; it was always a choice that they were free to make on their own. Interestingly enough, they usually kept clothes on.

At 14, Sarah was already becoming an intelligent and attractive young woman. She had long since grown accustomed to using logic, common sense, and reason to help her make good decisions about things, and to protect herself from those who would disrespect her. Her natural ability to think and make decisions for herself was probably the key that opened the door to our physical relationship.

It started on an average Thursday night. My wife worked a graveyard shift from 12-8AM, and was out the door by 11:30 every night. Because of our opposite schedules, we didn't always get to have sex when we wanted to; sometimes it just had to wait until the opportunity was right. This Thursday night was the third night that we had to do without, and I was feeling kind of restless. After she left for work, I put in one of our favorite porn movies, laid down on the bed and began to masturbate. I had just begun to get a good rhythm going when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door, and then it opened suddenly. Standing at the doorway was Sarah, in tears and looking visibly shaken. I abruptly stopped stroking and sat up in bed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't know you were going to just open the door."

"I'm sorry dad, I hope I didn't embarrass you. It's just that...", she said, before stopping to choke back a cough and a wimper.

"No, you didn't embarrass me. What's wrong, what happened?" I asked.

"Dad, I had a horrible dream, and I woke up and thought it really happened --" she paused, and then burst out, "I was so scared Dad! I was so scared that you and Mom and Matt had really been killed!" Without prompting, she ran into the room to my side of the bed, jumped up beside me, put her arms tightly around my neck and finally let the pent up fear out of her system by crying softly. I held her for a couple of minutes and told her in a whisper that everything was fine and we were all OK. When she released the hug, she looked up at me and asked, "Dad is it OK if I sleep here with you tonight?"

I wasn't sure why, but my instinct was to gently protest. "Well honey, I don't know if that's...."

"Dad, I don't wanna be alone. I'm still kinda shook up and I feel alot better being with you here."

I've had disturbing dreams before that seemed so real they shook you to the core, so I saw no reason to resist. "OK, no problem." I moved over to the middle of the bed, allowing her room to straighten out -- and that's when we both realized what was still running on the TV. "Woah, sorry!" I quickly hopped out of the bed and shut the player off. I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't say anything. I climbed back into the middle of the bed, laid on my back and put the covers back over me. I was just looking up at the ceiling in that awkward silence, wondering what to say, when I got the sensation of being looked at. I turned my head left to look at Sarah, and she was looking at me, her brow slightly furled. "What's wrong?"

"Well......umm......I'm sorry if i interrupted you..."

"Oh, no......jeez, don't worry about that, it's OK!"

"Dad, you and Mom have taught me enough to know that you have urges that need to be met. If you need to finish, go ahead, I don't mind."

"C'mon Sarah, with you right here? I know we've been open with you and Matt, but you can't be serious!"

"I'll turn away if you need me to, but really I don't care. You do what you need to do, I won't bother you." With that, she turned her body away from me.

I laid in silence for several seconds, thinking about what she'd said. She was right -- my wife and I had taught her not to be ashamed of herself and her own feelings and urges, but it never occured to me that she would learn not to be disturbed by someone else taking care of theirs. I asked once more, "Are you sure?" Without turning, she said "Yes, go ahead." I settled in on my back, grabbed my cock, and started to stroke. I didn't really have any image in mind, but realized quickly that jerking off with my beautiful daughter right next to me was more than enought to push me over the edge quickly. I shot a hard load onto my stomach, then cleaned up with the cloth I'd brought in earlier. It seemed as thought she was waiting for me to finish, because no sooner had I cleaned up, settled back in and stopped moving, Sarah turned back over, then scooted up next to me. She put her head into the top of my chest at the shoulder, the rest of her body pressed up against the side of mine. She draped her left arm across my belly and let her hand fall at my side. It was then that I became keenly aware of the finer details. Sarah was wearing her usual oversized nightshirt. When standing, it came down about halfway between her waist and her knees. She had developed into a young woman fairly early, and I could feel her B-cup breasts gently push into my side as she breathed. Like most young women, she kept her legs shaved, and all of her leg not covered by the nightshirt could be felt by my own. After several minutes her breathing had slowed down noticeably, and she had unconsciously moved her left leg across so that it wrapped over mine. I remember thinking how wonderful it all felt, because as close as we were in everyday life, I felt like I had been missing something all these years, and had finally 'reconnected' somehow. Admittedly, I was also turned on at the idea of having a beautiful, half-naked young girl sleeping against me, even if it was my own daughter. I kissed her on the top of her head, laid my right arm across my belly next to hers, holding her forearm in my hand. I fell asleep as content as could be.

I awoke the next morning and was alone in the bed. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was not quite 8AM; somehow Sarah woke up earlier and left the room. Despite our casual attitude around the house, something told me that Susan wouldn't be totally excited to come home and find her half-naked daughter curled up against her naked husband. I got up, put on my pajama bottoms, and went to the kitchen for some breakfast.
As I passed through the living room, I saw Sarah sitting on the couch eating a bagel and watching TV. "Hey kiddo, did you sleep OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks for being there for me; I feel so stupid getting so upset over a bad dream."

"Sweetie, don't feel bad about that. I've had a few of those myself, I know how it feels. I'm glad I could be there for you."

"Well thanks," she lowered her head and gave a slightly deeper look as she asked, "I didn't bother you, did I?"

"Surprisingly, no. I thought it would, but you made me realize that it wasn't that big a deal. Thanks."

"No problem!" she grinned.

The rest of the day went much the same as any other Friday. Susan had to work again that night, so she slept as soon as she got home, and woke up about 5PM for dinner. Matt was headed off to a friend's house to stay the night, and Sarah was headed out later to a movie and hanging out with friends. Susan and I watched a movie, and made plans for some special time together for her day off the following day. Susan left at her usual time, and much to my surprise, Sarah walked in the door just a few minutes later. She had called earlier to say that she was going with her friends to the late movie, and that she would come straight home at about 1AM. I asked what happened.

"Well, we were originally going to see the girlie movie, but when we got there, the others got the idea to try to get in to see the "R" movie. I tried to tell them it wouldn't work, and it didn't. We got carded and they wouldn't let us in."

"No problem. Look, I'm gonna head to bed and watch a movie; I'll see you tomorrow."

"OK, g'nite Dad."

I grabbed the movie "American Pie" off the shelf and headed to my room. I wasn't planning on masturbating, so I didn't think to close my bedroom door. I got undressed, hopped into bed and propped up some pillows and started the movie. I was thirty minutes into it when I noticed Sarah at my door.
"Hey, I'm bored. Can I watch the movie with you?"

"Sure, come on in." This time, she crawled into the middle spot on the bed. I scooted some of the pillows over so she could sit up as well. She was wearing the same nightshirt, although I didn't know whether she was wearing panties or boxers underneath. She crossed her legs at the ankles and we started the movie back up. We got a bit farther into the movie when I noticed she had shifted around a few times. I turned my head and asked, "You OK?"

"Yeah....it's just that with all the sex talk in this movie, I end up getting horny everytime I watch it!"

I couldn't help but laugh a little at the irony. "You need to take care of yourself?"

"Yeah, I really do -- you don't mind, do you?"

"After last night? You're asking ME if I mind? Of course not, you do what you need to do!"

I can't lie; I had kind of secretly wished for this moment. I would never have forced it, but had hoped that it could just happen, and it seemed that it was. Without much hesitation, Sarah grabbed the bottom of her nightshirt and scooted it from underneath her butt, then crossed her arms in front and pulled the shirt off. Without trying to stare too hard, I watched her perfect breasts fall free from the shirt. I had seen them before of course, but never in a state of arousal. The nipples were pushed out and appeared firm. She tossed the nightshirt on the floor, then hooked her thumbs onto the plain white cotton panties she had been wearing and pulled them from underneath her butt and down to her ankles, then off and onto the floor. She glanced up at me briefly, and so she knew that I was watching her, but she seemed to be more concerned with getting some attention to herself. She spread her long, smooth legs apart slightly, enough that I could see her already slightly swollen pussy. She didn't keep it bare, but she did keep the hair short and trimmed; it had a neat and gorgeous appearance that matched the rest of her body. I didn't get to see her pussy for long, as she quickly moved her hand down to it and began sliding her index and middle fingers into the folds of her labia. She was indeed horny; the first time she pulled her fingers back for the next stroke, I could see them glisten with her bodily juices.

I knew that if I kept watching I was going to have to take care of my own business, so I turned my attention back to the movie. It was really no use -- "American Pie" had always had the same effect on me, and the soft moaning coming from right beside me wasn't helping. I had a raging hard on in no time. If there was reason for hesitation the night before, there certainly wasn't now. I grabbed ahold of my dick and started pumping. I couldn't help it; the most beautiful, sexy, and arousing sight was right there next to me, so I watched Sarah masturbate while I did. She was now alternating between rubbing her clit, then slipping her fingers deep into her now sopping wet pussy. It occured to me that I should at least ask if she was OK with being watched intently, so I did. "Sarah, is it OK if I watch you while I do this?"

"Yes, it's OK," she gasped as she grew closer to her first impending orgasm, "it's actually kinda hot to know that I'm being watched." That must have been what did it for her, because no sooner had she said it, she hit her climax, her back arched, and she moaned loudly. Her fingers were now furiously rubbing her clit, her toes curling as she felt the orgasm course through her entire body. Her free hand was gently pinching and massaging the breast closest to it, and out of nowhere she gasped, "Dad, will you rub my other tit?"

I was so turned on by everything that was happening, I didn't even think about it; she asked freely and it just seemed the most natural thing to do. I reached over with my free hand and grabbed the open tit. I used the outside fingers to grab the whole thing, while my thumb and index finger took hold of the nipple and played with it. A few seconds of this resulted in another large, loud gasp and an arch of the back as she rocked herself to another orgasm. Her pussy had become so wet that I could hear her fingers sopping through the wetness. I had become so focused on her orgasm that I stopped playing with myself altogether. Once she had settled down I retracted my hand and just laid there, waiting for a response. She slowly opened her eyes, and turned to look at me. She then looked down at my dick, still hard from arousal, and asked, "Did you finish?"

"Actually, no -- I kinda got distracted helping you out!"

"Well then, let me help you out!" she smirked, then sat half up, reached over and took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it. The sensation of someone else's hand on your prick is always a great one, but it just seemed so much better seeing my dick in my daughter's hand. After a few strokes, she looked up at me and said, "Are you OK with this?"

"Oh sweetie, I have to be honest. I'm going to be OK with anything and everything. What we do is up to you. Just so long as you know that I love you no matter what, even if we weren't doing anything sexual!"

"I know. I feel the same way, and I don't feel pressured. I want this just as much as you do. Just relax and I'll do my best!" With that, I laid my head back on the pillow and concentrated on the feeling. After a few moments, I felt her mouth slide down onto my dick, and her tongue inside her mouth as it caressed my shaft. Her mouth felt so warm and soothing on my cock, I wasn't sure if I was going to last long inside there. I looked up to take in the amazing view of my daughter's beautiful young face swallowing the girth of my hard cock. I felt a surge deep in my balls and knew that it wouldn't be much longer. Just then, she popped her head up and said, "Sorry, this isn't going to wait any longer." She swung her leg over my other leg and scooted up so that her hot, wet pussy was directly over my rock-hard boner. She took a kneeling position and sat up straight, then reached her hand down and grabbed my dick. I could feel her rub the tip of my cock against the outside of her labia, then pushed it just inside the wet folds of her pussy and rubbed her clit with it. After giving herself another mini orgasm against her clit, she moved the head of my dick to the opening of her deep, wet hole and then took her hand away. She placed her hands on either side of my chest and leaned down so that our noses were just a few centimeters away. She looked directly into my eyes, then pressed her open mouth to mine in a deep, passionate kiss. As she did so, she pushed her hips firmly down against mine, streching the walls of her pussy around my dick and slipping it down my shaft, until my dick was completely buried in her. I moved my hands down her body and caressed her ass cheeks, then kept them there to feel her hips move as she began to fuck me.

She was tight enough that everytime she came up on my dick, I was afraid I was going to pop out, but she maintained excellent control, and there was the same wave of ecstasy as I slid back into her. She stopped the in-and-out movement and began grinding her hips against mine; I knew another orgasm was coming. I moved from her mouth to her neck, then to her ear, then to her chest, then back to her mouth. I felt her pussy clinch my dick firmly as she came, then felt as my dick became even warmer with wetness and began to slide easier. Once her orgasm subsided, she began to move again, and that was the end of my rope. I matched her movement by thrusting my own hips, and then groaned loudly as I exploded into Sarah. I was trying to hold still inside her, but my cock was ejecting my cum so hard, the spasms were giving it an in-and-out motion. She had already collapsed on top of me; I relaxed everything and just laid there, taking it all in.
After several minutes of not moving, she raised her head and looked at me. I looked back at her, then reached up a hand to guide her mouth closer to mine. We kissed deeply for several minutes; it seemed as though were were trying to sense each other's entire bodies by just kissing. I was the first to speak.

"Well, I wouldn't have imagined that happening."

"I wouldn't have either, but I enjoyed it!"

"I did too. You realize, we probably can't ever tell your Mom..."

"I know, I don't want to. It would make it alot harder to do this again."

i didn't know incest is that good till yesterday night. i'm a 60 year old dad and my daughter is 22 years old. yesterday i went to check on my daughter and i was shocked when i saw her topless sqeezing her boobs and nipples, her eyes were closed, so i entered her room quitely and stood behind her. she was watching a lesbian sex movie. i did't know what happened to me that moment, instead of shouting at her, my hands were on her hands sqeezing her boobs. she opened her eyes and tried to stop me but i was crazy with her big fresh boobs. she begged me to stop but i was really horny. i played with her boobs and pinched her nipples for half an hour. then i started licking and sucking the best boobs for so long. she started mouning which encouraged me to make love to her.i told her that i love her and will make her woman tonight. she did't stop me. she was horny as much as i was. later that night i did'nt beleive what just happened, but i didn't regret either.